Stone Circle Children of the Standing Stones

How does one pup how does one birth I don't even know what I am doing.

This was her debut, her grand entrance, her moment to shine. To slam open the double-doors and shout to the world, Hello world! and to hear the world singing in full chorus back. Cheers and yips and hip-hoorahs for her sudden explosion onto the scene - or, well, that's what this moment could have been, had the tiny pup ears to hear and eyes to see and mouth to speak, and understanding to think much beyond the instinctive kicks to really just get her out of here in the quickest way possible.

Now, what that exactly meant, for both her and her compadres in space, went above and beyond her little head, but, bless her heart, she didn't let that faze her from acting as one of the most voracious kickers in the history of puppidom. The strange new pulsing of the walls only encouraged her to kick harder - until she kicked at nothing at all, and her thrusting paws struck empty space where her floating mates had once floated with her. Oh - well that was new, and the walls rippled around her in some strange and freaky rhythm that kind of felt right. She still squirmed, but her actions proved futile against the stronger movements that pulsed her along, and soon she figured that really, there was nothing much she could do from there but enjoy the ride.

Weeee?

Without much control of her own, the little girl slip-slithered onto something much chillier than what she'd come out of, and the shock against her tender belly expelled a pitiful cry. So she kicked in protest - until she found the walls had fallen to some wondrous delight. Freedom. Sweet, sweet freedom. Kicking only hit more of that empty space, and whatever cry had formed in her throat came now as a gurgley sort of coo, lasting even through her momentary flight to something much warmer, and the pleasant rhythm of something stroking her back. And even when that warm one left for a moment, and she tried to find her way back - oh! Her side jostled against some other body, and she poked her nose at a similar fuzzy lump. Her little rump wiggled. The thing felt so like the things she'd kicked with for the past two months, and she figeted around to try and pile ontop of them.